Chapter 153


    Chapter 153


    Rosalie’s face blushed involuntarily. Subconsciously, she wanted to turn her head away.


    But in the next moment, his fingers gently tilted her chin. “Rosie, it seemed like you were observing me


    quite attentively just now. Why? Do you find me attractive?”


    Her breath caught as she pondered, “How should I respond to this? Handsome or not handsome? It


    seemed like neither answer would be a good choice!” Rosalie felt her cheeks growing warmer. She


    longed to avert her gaze, but his eyes were inescapable.


    The housekeeper beside her, though she sensibly kept her head down and avoided looking at the


    unfolding scene, couldn’t help but feel shocked just by listening to their conversation.


    ”


    The housekeeper thought, “Mr. Youngblood does treat Ms. Leighton differently. Could it be true what


    some are saying, that Ms. Leighton might be the wife of the heir of the Youngblood family? But…


    Wasn’t Ms. Leighton a sanitary worker in the Environment and Sanitation Administration before? Could


    it be possible for Mr. Youngblood to marry such a woman?”


    At night, Rosaliey in bed, struggling to fall asleep. She looked at her fingers wrapped in gauze, lit by


    the moonlight streaming through the window. Jonathan had been diligently changing her dressings in


    the past few days.


    He was far more attentive to her than Zachary, who was in love with hier back then. Sometimes, she


    couldn’t help but be momentarily stunned.


    If he were not Jonathan, perhaps she would have really been in love with him.


    After all, there were few women who wouldn’t be charted by a handsome man who could take such


    good care of them.


    However, because he was Jonathan, a lingering fear still resided in her heart. At times, she felt


    somewhat entranced and had to remind herself repeatedly to stay alert.


    Rosalie thought, “After the wound on my hand is cured, I should be able to leave here.”


    The next day, she started searching the inte on her phone for any openings for food delivery riders


    and began drafting her resume.


    The entry requirements for food delivery riders were rtively straightforward, but they all mandated


    health certificates. Rosalie realized she had to obtain a health certificate before entering this field,


    which meant she had to make a trip to the hospital.


    She couldn’t help but feel like fate constantly led her back to the hospital.


    It was just that it would cost some money to get a health certificate and do some basic examinations.


    However, every expenditure now meant less money in her pocket, and she couldn’t help but realize


    how precious every bit of it had be.


    Two dayster, Rosalie’s fingers were no longer wrapped in gauze, but the burned areas still bore faint


    scars.


    Jonathan held her fingers and examined the scars on her fingertips. “Tll inquire at the hospital about


    some scar-removing ointment. They should able to remove the scars.”


    “It doesn’t matter if they don’t fade, Rosalie replied with contentment, knowing that she had preserved


    half of the album with these scars.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.


    “You don’t care, but I do,” he said in a low voice. The scars on her fingertips seemed to remind him of


    his mistake.


    If he had insisted on apanying her to her house that day, she wouldn’t have hurt her hand.


    “I want you to be fine andplete. You can’t get hurt anywhere,” he murmured.


    Rosalie suddenly felt the urge tough. “What does he mean by I can’t get hurt anywhere? Back when I


    was in jail, I had already been hurt qu


    badly!”


    “My hand is almost recovered now. When can I go back to the rental house?” She changed the subject.


    He paused his gentle caresses of her fingertips and inquired, “Why, Rosie? Do you want to return so


    soon?”


    She bit her lips and said, “My injury is healed. There’s no need to stay here anymore.”


    “Do you really want to leave here?” His face turned cold.


    “Yes.” She nodded.


    *Do you really hate being with me so much?” Even his voice became cold.


    “Tm used to being alone,” she said.


    He suddenly sneered. “Used to being alone? If so, why did you pick me up? You said you were too


    lonely. You wanted to find someone to apany you. You also said you want to be with me, and we


    can rely on each other. Have you forgotten all thi”


    Her eyshes fluttered slightly. She mused, “How could I forget all of this? Everything happened back


    then. Yet, now, it all


    feels like a distant joke.”


    She remained silent as he fixed his eyes on her. There was a sense of oppression in the air.


    Suddenly, his voice sounded in her car again. “You said your wound is almost recovered, so you have


    to leave, right? So, if you get hurt, will you stay here?”


    She was stunned, suddenly raised her head, and looked at him with wide eyes.


    However, he suddenly leaned over and put one hand on the back of her head. His thin lips instantly


    touched her red lips.


    She suddenly felt his breath against the tip of her nose. Before she could react, a kiss had already


    begun.


    He persisted in seeking it, and she was giving in. No matter how fiercely she resisted, it appeared that


    she couldn’t escape hist


    kiss.


    Just as she felt like she was on the brink of suffocation, a sharp pain emanated from her lips. Then, a


    metallic taste filled her mouth, apanied by the scent of blood.


    When the kiss ended, Rosalie felt pain in her lips. He had bitten her lip and caused it to bleed.


    At the same time, he looked at her with a smile, but there was coldness in his eyes.


    He raised his finger and delicately wiped her injured lips with its tip. Instantly, a trace of crimson blood


    stained his fingertip.


    The contrast between the white and crimson appeared strikingly vivid.


    He smiled and stretched out his tongue to lick the blood on his fingertips. “Look, Rosie. It’s easy for you


    to get hurt, isn’t it? So, you haven’t recovered yet. You still need to stay here.


    He wasughing, but she trembled all over. Her body felt cold, and her palms and back were damp with


    sweat.


    This was Jonathan, a man who could easily unleash a tsunami in Strico!


    She felt like a mere chess piece in his hands, feeling she could never break free.


    “Can I still run away from him? Or am I destined to remain with him until he grows tired of me?” she


    mused.


    At this moment, Rosalie suddenly felt lost about her future.


    After saying that, Jonathan stood up and nced at her. Then, he turned around and left.